Red

i saw you looking for a light,
face painted ciggarette white.
you asked the cleanest boy you found,
you couldnt see me turned around.
his fingers stretched across your empty gaze,
that i just can't escape.

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as the red fades from your wrinkled dress,
a picture of the people you've impressed.
hangs on a wall around here,
visions starts to crawl when I'm near
and the evening waits,
while you get caught up to your own mistakes.
made up of different lines,
I wouldn't want to keep in my mind.

i wondered why you'd come around,
remembering your little girl frown.
your answers kept the crowd at bay,
with complements unwilling to pay.
i had some things id like to say to you,
but they just can't be true.

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